The Poet

While I was procrastinating doing things this morning, I came across some of my old poetry on my computer. In the 8th grade and in the first 3 years of university, I was really into writing poetry as a way of expressing myself and getting my emotions onto paper. I even use to share them on the first incarnation of my blog, I Saw A Turtle On A Fence. It was such an important part of my life that it’s a shame I never really kept it up. I had even submitted one to a contest at school and won! It was a Spanish poem about loneliness. Rereading them makes me miss that sense of creativity and expression. Writing more poetry will definitely be apart of 2016. For now, here is a sonnet I wrote for 11th grade English.

Red Light

Snipers run silent on streets: point and aim.A target, the boy – his blood flies wild.Lightning bolts rain hell from rooftops; their game?To kill before being killed. Poor child.